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Fucking white people

My chosen title reminds me of the importance of interpretation. To clarify, this isn’t a blog about having sex with white people (perhaps a topic for another time). It’s about my frustration with my race. Fucking white people, man. It just came to a head for me today when I read yet another #alllivesmatter post. For some reason, I finally realized why that hashstag bugs me so much, and it boils down to one thing:

Fucking white people. Again, I’m not talking about having sex with them.

#alllivesmatter is the death-rattle of self-importance for people who have been the center of the universe for the last thousand years or so. It’s whiny and petulant. It’s a reaction to #blacklivesmatter, and it should stop but it won’t. Some white dude read #blacklivesmatter and saw the writing on the wall, felt excluded, and had to react by showing everybody that whitey is still here. We’re losing ground, but we’re still here. Eh, we had quite a run but our time is getting short. Que sera sera.

#blacklivesmatter isn’t excluding white people. It’s just saying that black lives also matter. It isn’t saying any or all other lives don’t matter. It’s a reaction to being more frequently targeted by police, an expression of frustration. It’s not saying #whitepeopledontmatter. It’s saying that black people do matter. Is it really that difficult to comprehend?